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Mike was aware there was some kind of a school-related shindig happening in town. He also knew there was a ton of people on the island so he figured this was not a work shift to miss. Maybe it'd get a little more interesting than most weeks.

He hung up the specials board and settled behind the bar.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Absent Friend
Friend of A Friend

Shut up, he couldn't resist a good theme when one came to him.

[ocd up, have at!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

It was a surprisingly busy day at the Trooper Station. There was a guy in a Spider-Man costume, a ghost in a different Spider-Man costume, and a soldier wearing a heavily armed alien costume. Jessica needed to talk to some of these people… and ghosts… but first she had to get some paperwork done to sort Speed Demon out since he was currently in a cell being watched by freaking Venom.

While she did that, Ralph made coffee, Peter stopped in the locker room to change into his civvies, and Ben just changed because he was a damn ghost and could do whatever.

[OOC: Open to all cops, criminals, and visitors of either! There are slightly more prisoners in today than usual (one!), so please be mindful of that.]

usedtowhizz.livejournal.com

The Fandom Bank was nice and quiet on a Saturday morning. The tellers were going about their business, well aware that there was a chance somebody might stop in to talk about their long-forgotten accounts or something. They didn't expect it to be so windy. But Fandom indoor windstorms... Whatcha gonna do, right?

Unfortunately for them, IT WAS NO INDOOR WIND STORM. James had a rule back when he was in Fandom the first time: don't commit any crimes closer than 20 miles. Maybe 10 in a pinch. But definitely not on the island. But whatever, he was in town and people would be distracted by the reunion stuff. So Speed Demon zoomed into the bank, loaded up several bags, ran around enough to make it seem like regular wind, and zoomed back to the door.

Unexpectedly, he was caught in a web as he sprinted outside. "Crap," he said as he crashed to the ground.

[OOC: For people needing to use the bank or gawk at the supervillain dumb enough to commit a crime today. But not for stopping/catching him because that part is to roll out some of my characters. :D ]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Today was Ben's last day at work. With that in mind and knowing how the place had been originally put together for him to find various things from his past (his Spider-Man costume, his Scarlet Spider sweatshirt, the box of hair dye in the bathroom...), he was taking a good long look at all of his inventory, checking for hidden doors, and just generally trying to figure out whether or not there was anything else left for him.

All he found was more clown paintings.

He would have preferred finding nothing.

[OOC: This is Benjy's last shop post. He'll be leaving at some point over the next couple days.]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

"I know something you don't," Ben told Tino. Tino glared. Ben had been doing this for the past twenty minutes. Any time Tino asked what Ben knew, Ben would go into detail about the Mandelbrot Set. "Look, it's simple. Take a point called 'Z' in the complex plane and let Z1 be Z squared plus C..."

Tino's headbarring got Ben to stop.

[OOC: I'm around!]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben was thinking about things. Important things. The kind of things that you needed to think about in a recliner. Fortunately a recliner had just arrived. So Ben was sitting in it as he thought about things.

Funny how that worked out sometimes.

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben, Tino, and Teeone were all at the bar playing some UNO. Ben and Tino couldn't prove it, but they were both pretty sure the droid was cheating somehow.

[OOC: Still working a lot of overtime, explaining the lateness.]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben was kind of surprised to find that he didn't have anything new to put up on display. He did, however, have empty boxes from previous shipments.

So he built a box fort behind the counter. Really, it was just because he could.

[OOC: I'm lazy so no OCD.]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

When Ben walked into the bar, he spotted a stack of stools and tables behind the counter. It seemed like Tino had built a fort.

When Ben tried to peek inside, Tino reached out and pointed at a sign reading "NO BENS CLUB."

Ben glared at the fort for a moment and then moved on to ignoring the fort.

[OOC: A little late, but I'm around!]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben generally didn't drink. But when you were coming up on the dual anniversary of your death and rebirth, well, sometimes you needed a drink. Or several. And sometimes that meant you were the grumpy guy at the bar who grunted and made Tino do the real work.

So, that's what Ben was doing tonight.

[OOC: I'm around! But Ben's not in the greatest mood. Mod Tino unless you want to deal with a grump.]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Homecoming weekend meant that certain people might be in town. Certain people maybe being in town meant that Ben was wearing his very clever disguise, just in case.

Yes, that WAS a horribly fake mustache glued to his face. Ben was standing by the theory that the disguise was so horrible that it would be the only thing people paid attention to, rather than looking too closely at his face.

Things Reborn was open, and its owner looked like an idiot.

[OOC: No OCD!]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

When Ben walked into the bar tonight, Tino gave him a cassette tape. "Um. Thanks," Ben said, looking at the tape. "I don't actually have anything that can play a cassette, but..."

Tino took the tape and threw it into the garbage. That was the last time he'd give Ben a coworker mixtape.

[OOC: I'm around!]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

People were coming back today, and that meant Ben had to be prepared for a swarm of people who might need used stuff after a week's vacation. And that's why he was displaying yet another clown painting that had found its way into the store room.

Ben really needed to figure where those kept coming from...

[OOC: I'm afk much of the afternoon!]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben and Tino were just staring at the spectacle on the stage.

When Ben demanded answers, Tino pleaded ignorance as to how all of the zombies got accordions. And then Tino started to polka behind the bar. Because, really, what else were you going to do when a bunch of accordions were playing?

[OOC: Sorry for the delay. I ended up working overtime today. But I'm here now!]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

It was a quiet day, really. A quiet day in which Ben received a bunch of mustache mugs. If that was going to be an early highlight of your day, it clearly couldn't be a bad day. But it was almost certainly going to be a weird day.

Still, he put the mugs on display and wondered why anyone would buy one.

[OOC: No OCD for I'm laaaazy.]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben didn't look to be in a good mood when he walked into the bar tonight. "You are Tino, right?" he asked. "Not a clone or a figment of my imagination, right?"

Tino quirked an eyebrow.

"Had to ask," Ben said. "It's been a rough week."

[OOC: I'm around!]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Tino wanted to know where Marion was. It was Parents Weekend and the place was going to be busier than usual. He needed the help. He took the complaints to Chuck, who, for some reason, decided to come in super early with his mean dad and his creepy uncle.

"She's in the back stocking things," Chuck said. "Jack hit on her one too many times."

Tino stared.

"Ugh, I'll pay you double tonight if you stop staring at me right now," Chuck said as he re-filled his scotch. "So creepy."

[Yeah, I'm totally cheating. Mod Tino]

Current Mood: grumpy

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben had no clue what the hell this thing was, but he felt it was worth putting on display at the counter. He kind of liked it. It was both mystifying and clearly happy.

Things Reborn was open.

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben didn't know why the Zombie Bass Player had a falcon on his arm. More importantly, Ben really didn't want to know.

All he did know was that he wasn't going to be the one to get the arm back when the inevitable happened.

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

When Ben and Daisy got to the theater, Ben realized that he probably should have checked what was playing before they came down.

Now Showing:
SCHEME 8 FROM THE COSMOS

"Well, it's not really a good date movie. Or a good movie. And, actually, it barely even counts as a movie. But it's playing, and that's the important thing," Ben mused.

[OOC: Ben's here for the person who foolishly let me choose the movie. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Theater is open for everyone else who might want to see one of the worst movies ever made, though!]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben nearly slipped when he stepped behind the bar tonight. Tino, wearing a Penguins jersey and ice skates, just smiled.

"You're way too into preseason hockey," Ben said, using the bartop to slide himself across the ice. Really, he was just happy Tino kept the icing to the floor behind the bar.

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

As Ben was going through some new donations, he came across a box of old-timey alarm clocks. The ones you had to wind, with the bells on top of them and everything. And so, of course, he had to put up a display, set them all for exactly the same time, and wait for alarm-based carnage.

The sad thing was that he did this repeatedly throughout the day in hopes of getting them to go off when a customer stopped in, just to get their reaction.

[OOC: I don't feel like OCD today. So there is none! If you stop in, feel free to mod the alarms going off at any point during your shopping.]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

"Hey, Tino," Ben said, walking into the bar holding a box. "I know we haven't really had the best start with being coworkers, but I think this might help."

Ben put the box down on the bar and opened it. It was a cake with the letters "BFF" written on it.

Minutes later, the cake was in the garbage. "I'm sorry!" Ben said. "How was I supposed to know you hated strawberry filling that much? You never open up to me."

Just another day at the bar.

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Really, Ben only came to the store today to do two things. First, to put up a sign saying "CLOSED FOR THE HOLIDAY WEEKEND!" and second to grab some used lawn furniture that he had spotted last week. If he was going to spend the rest of the weekend lounging, he needed a chair that was better for it than the one he had on his balcony right now.

[OOC: No OCD because it's not an open post! Why yes, I do think I'm funny.]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben rushed into the bar very, very late. "Sorry! Sorry!"

Tino stared at Ben. One of the zombies was at the bar, apparently drunk. There was broken glass all around him. Apparently drunk zombies weren't careful with their glasses. Tino held out a broom and a mop for Ben to use to clean up the mess after he helped the drunk zombie away from the bar.

"That's fair. I am late, after all," Ben said as he grabbed the zombie carefully and pulled him gently off his bar stool.

[OOC: Sorry! I forgot! I have no excuse for this!]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben liked the back to school display Harper had set up on Friday, so he just added some old, barely presentable paperbacks to the display. Technically they weren't school supplies, but reading was FUN-damental. Ben had seen posters that said that.

25% off your used school supplies!
And Non-School Books!

Ben took a seat behind the counter and waited for a notebook with a horrifying clown face or something to show up.

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Tino challenged Ben to a drinking contest tonight. Ben was winning easily because, as it turned out, Tino had forgotten to make it clear that it was an alcoholic drinking contest. When Ben pointed out that implications weren't rules, Tino continued drinking tequila to drown his failure. Ben, meanwhile, kept drinking water.

[OOC: Tino's drunk tonight but can still be modded if you would like to do that. But there's no need to! I am around!]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

When Ben got in today and checked out any new shipments, he found this. He didn't really trust the fact that his spider-sense wasn't going off when he looked at it. It was terrifying.

And so he put a sign on it saying "PLEASE GET THIS THING OUT OF HERE! $1!"

And then he pointed the clown's horrifying gaze away from the counter.

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

With the dates all done in 20 minutes, there was still plenty of time for the regular patrons to come in and get something to drink.

Ben was behind the bar, ready to serve anyone who needed a drink because of good dates, bad dates, no dates, or reasons completely unrelated to dates.

[OOC: Posted a bit later than I had intended because there was a phone call involving discussions of wedding dress shopping. Between me - a guy - and a male friend. That was a little weird.]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

The last time Ben was at Three Minute Dates, he was one of the daters. Now he was the host. He was pretty sure this counted as a promotion somehow.

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES
Hosted by Ben Reilly
Reject people and make it snappy!

When the event was just about ready to start, Ben took the stage. "Okay, everyone! Let's go over the rules quickly. We'll start in a minute when I read a pair of names. That pair finds each other, makes with the chit chat, and then after three minutes you'll hear this sound."

A zombie hit a gong. With his head. Whatever works... "And when you hear that, we'll move onto the next round and I'll read more names. We'll do this five times and then we'll be done. Oh, and don't forget, violence isn't allowed here but drink throwing is both possible and hilarious."

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

~~Please wait for epic OCD!~~ Epic OCD is up! And if you saw me make or admit to a PHENOMINALLY egregious mistake in my planning, I've got cookies on the table and you didn't see anything. Got that?]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Tino's back was itchy. He was demanding that Ben help him scratch it.

"No," Ben said. "Get a back scratcher."

Tino was displeased. His back continued to be itchy.

It was an exciting night at the bar.

[OOC: I'm around!]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben stared at the egg holders Harper had put by the register on Friday. He was kind of horrified by them. But he supposed they did serve a purpose, though, since he just happened to receive a shipment of super bouncy balls. So each of the egg holders had a few bouncy balls stacked in them.

This didn't make the egg holders look any less weird.

[OOC: Still feeling the effects of the flu, so I may be slow due to napping throughout the day. I don't expect to, but I'm warning just in case. No OCD today!]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

When Ben got to the bar tonight, Tino ended up goading him into a competition to see who could balance a shot glass on their finger the longest. The loser had to do all of the work tonight.

If only Tino had known about Ben's spider-powers...

[OOC: I feel like hell. Mod Tino while I nap.]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben opened up the store. He was thankful to still be awake, but he couldn't help but feel like the store was probably going to be pretty empty today.

[OOC: Dude, I have no creativity for writing posts today. Also, no OCD.]

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

While Morgana was much happier to be back in the dorms, she wasn't quite ready to go back to her room yet this evening, and was taking some time for a walk through town. She was busy wondering if the bakery was still open when she was suddenly hit with a strange sensation of...something being wrong. It was the way she'd felt after she had a bad dream, but here, she couldn't put her finger on exactly what had happened.

A leisurely stroll suddenly didn't seem so important anymore, and she made her way back to the dorms as quickly as she could to check on her friends.

[The call for help has officially gone out! If you've got a character who's sensitive to "something is wrong" feelings, feel free to leave a comment here.]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben was whistling while he worked today. He had some Pop Tarts that he ~~handwavily~~ collected yesterday, he had a store that was doing decent business, he had a new employee application that he was looking over, and he had a new lease on life. All in all, this was one of those times where Ben's luck had swung dramatically to the plus side and he was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

[OOC: Heading out shortly for some errands. SP likely through the early afternoon. And let's go OCD-free today!]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben rushed in the door just as Tino was opening up. "I'm here, I'm here!" Ben said. He looked like hell - Tino's expression made that clear - with his face being all bruised, but he was here. "Traffic was murder," was all Ben was going to say about it to Tino.

[OOC: I'm around! And while Ben does look pretty beaten up, he's in a good mood.]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben had another headache today. It was bad enough that he actually turned down the lights in the store.

Fortunately, he had a box full of glow in the dark crap that he could display now. Life's lemons had provided him with some lemonade to sell.

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

After Daisy's visit to his apartment, Ben made his way to Caritas with a smile on his face. Tino looked curious about the smile. "Don't forget what I told you last week," Ben said. He pulled a remote control out of his pocket and pressed the button on it. Red balloons started to fall from the ceiling.

"99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man fuer UFOs aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
Eine Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn es so war
Dabei war da am Horizont
Nur 99 Luftballons"

Sure, it was a protest song, technically. But Ben was protesting Tino's previous lack of balloons, so it still worked.

[OOC: Sorry for the lateness. I was at work extra long tonight.]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben was so glad that he wasn't particularly attached to anything in his story. It made today so much easier. He only had to deal with the lingering effects of a headache (and a good night's sleep had helped with that) and his mask that had been turned into a human who was just trying to help.

"I can rearrange things a bit!" the mask offered. "What do you think would help with customer flow?"

"I think it's good as is," Ben said. "And I wouldn't want to mess with Layla's filing system."

"Okay. Want some coffee? I can make that," the mask said.

Ben wasn't sure this was true, but it was just coffee. "I'd appreciate that. Thanks a lot."

"You're welcome!" the mask said. "Where's the coffee maker?"

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

When Ben showed up at the bar, Tino gave him a sign to put up. It said 'Party -->'

"Really?" Ben asked as he put the sign up by the back room. "Just 'party' and an arrow?" Tino shrugged. "It just seems kind of lackluster, you know?" Tino shrugged again. "At least break out a balloon or something. What kind of party is it?" Tino shrugged and possibly mumbled something about a TV. "I changed my mind. The sign doesn't need a balloon. You do. I'm getting you one next week, Mister Grumpy."

[OOC: Post is up early by request. ~~I won't be around at all until evening, so if you want to talk to Ben, be prepared to wait a bit. Otherwise, mod Tino or just go straight to the party in the back room once the party OCD is up.~~

I am around now!]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Taking advantage of the newbie rush, Ben put a sign in the window.

Old things for new people!
25% off everything for newbies

He liked keeping it simple sometimes.

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Well, apparently Ben actually was given a job last week. He wasn't sure it counted when the old boss was leaving a couple days after offering the job, but Tino was waiting for Ben when he showed up tonight.

He'd had a few practice runs as a bartender here, so this wasn't going to be tough. At least, it wasn't until Tino started trying to haze the new guy. "Look, I know you can't use the paddle in here. Just put it away."

Tino refused.

It was kind of creepy.

[OOC: I refuse to leave Caritas.]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben opened the store today despite being tired and kind of annoyed. He thought he had bonded with the squirrels those times he did radio. But last night they betrayed him.

And thus there were no specials in the store today. Just a shopkeeper drinking coffee.

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

The dance was still in full swing. It was still brightly decorated, the music was still pumping and the punch was completely spiked.

Have fun!

post 1 | arrivals | food/drinks/mingling | dark corners | girls bathroom | boys bathroom | dancing | ooc

[This is post two. ~~WAIT FOR THE OCD OR I WILL SEND YOU TO A FAKE TIMEZONE!~~ OCD IS UP! No one has to be banished to a fake timezone! Have fun!]

Current Mood: amused

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

While the students had been completing their last finals, an NPC staff had been hard at work converting one of the empty warehouses into the site of tonight's dance. When the guests arrived this evening, they'd be greeted by a long yellow carpet, leading up to the open glass doors of the warehouse.

Once inside, they would find the space brightly decorated to celebrate the summer season. Gold drapes covered the walls, splashed liberally with glitter to make them sparkle in the low lights of the warehouse. Flowers were placed here and there, not overwhelming but definitely noticeable and fragrant. Images of beaches, palm trees, sunsets, sunrises, hammocks, and other various summer images were being projected on the walls randomly.

A long table consisting of food and drinks was along one wall, providing plenty of sustenance for everyone for their long night of fun. Dark corners could be found here and there, of course. There was music playing and a disco balls projecting light onto the dance floor.

It was time for the summer dance.

arrivals | food/drinks/mingling | dark corners | girls bathroom | boys bathroom | dancing | ooc | post 2

[OCD IS UP. ~~I will make you smell Deadpool's dirty drawers if you ping in before I am done omg.~~ No one has to smell Deadpool's drawers! Have fun! If another post is needed later, it will go up!]

Current Mood: accomplished

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben actually felt like risking a Friday visit to the bar. Sure, the old man usually roped him into working when he tried coming here on those nights. But there was no sign of any trouble as Ben walked in and took a seat at the bar, so he ordered a club soda. "So, Tino, where's the old guy?"

Tino shrugged, pulled an apron out from under the counter, and tossed it to Ben.

"... He better appreciate all the spare time he has thanks to me," Ben said, putting the apron on, and taking his place behind the bar. And then he got his own club soda. Thanks a lot, Tino.

[OOC Slowish until about 7:30 Central, then around completely!]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

With the convention in town, Ben had to dig out some older records that had been lying around and put them on display. It was stuff way older than anything he tended to listen to. Some of it might have even been older than anything Aunt May would have listened to. He was pretty sure that a couple of the records were hanging onto their basic shape through sheer will instead of disintegrating from age.

Just don't ask him how a record could have will. Ben wasn't one to ask those kinds of questions just in case he might get an answer.

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Things Reborn mostly dealt in clothing and accessories. But every now and then, Ben would get some donations that really interested him. This was one of those days. He set up a display with all sorts of surplus science equipment. Lab equipment! Microscopes, both regular and pocket sized! Various electrical components! And so much more.

If you didn't know that Ben was a huge nerd before, you would now that he was demonstrating the Peltier effect as well as the reverse Seebeck effect with a thermoelectric demo unit.

[OOC: I have no clue what that last sentence actually means.

ETA: I didn't really think about the fact that there might be some things on that website that are dangerous things that could start fires. Ben will almost certainly be hesitant to sell anything dangerous things to anyone but an adult (especially teachers or science types). It's a whole issue of his deeply rooted responsibility issues. Please keep that in mind.]

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

Tino was just bugging Jolee tonight. No special reason for it or anything. All Tino was doing was being young, and Jolee was irritated by that. So he was in the lounge with a glass of water while Tino manned the bar.

[OOC: I just got home from a long day of work. I have little inspiration. Ping Jolee in the lounge if you want to chat, otherwise mod Tino.]

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